#devilsswing

      Once the panic had subsided, she notes those who had managed to get caught, her inky heart sinking at seeing two toons she knew very well.

“Mommy! Beri!”

      She quivers as thick inky tears spill from her eyes, fear for her friend and pseudo-mother quickly overtaking all thought. They were struggling, which was a reasonable reaction to being forcibly chained to a pillar, but one that only caused her to worry--were they hurt? Was there any way for her to free them? How long would they be kept up there?

“The warden’s giving you a bad time, isn’t she?” Would it be so kind for Ink to suddenly appear behind the girl out of the blue, glancing down at her with that odd smirk of his? Or would it be rude? 

                      “There ya be, lass! I’d hear’ a mouthful ‘bout                        what’d happened wit’ the Shirtless Fuckface!”

          And there he goes again, no personal space, but there seems to be some concern crossing his ( well, Lauren’s ) features as he looks over her ---- and that bruise. A small one, but one nonetheless. Even if it did fall in line with his rules...

                       “...nasty little thing. Not as bad as th’Wench                        put it, but...aye, still bad.”

          Although the fox’s expression was limited, Lauren’s was not ---- and she looked to be in thought. Perhaps he was thinking of something?

☾ ⋮ ⋇  ♆  ⋇ ⋮ ☽   He didn't think anything would happen. No ----- he didn't think that this motive would touch the SILLYVISION STAFF at all ! His darling damsel ------ Annabel ------ she was just so close to the Captain of that little pirate game they were all playing ! Had it not been for the violence, the walks off the plank, the lashing, THE DEATHS ------ maybe this would have been an exciting little soiree ! He told Annabel that nothing would happen ----- that Foxy wouldn't dream of hurting two of them -----

          Even if he hadn't been made a LIAR just yet ------ something TERRIBLE had still happened. The second he found Sammy at his door & a medkit in his hands ------ he could tell; even when the words hadn't escaped Sammy's breath just yet.

          ' Wait ----- Miss Susie ? '

          But before he could ask anything else, Sammy had already left.

          The words SUSIE & BLEEDING were not a good mix at all. What happened to Miss Susie ? Did it even matter ? MISS SUSIE WAS BLEEDING ! What was he supposed to do though ? ! He only has basic medical experience ( common sense & what Joey Drew taught him ) so ------ he really should get Annabel. She has more experience with her grandparents after all.

          & so he runs; down the hall ( WHY DOES SHE LIVE TWENTY SEVEN ROOMS AWAY ? ) to get her. Before she can even speak, he grabs her hand; not tightly but secure enough so she doesn't slip away as his other holds the medkit close to his chest. Whatever questions Annabel would have would be answered as Oliver spoke.

          ' Miss Susie is in a bit of fiasco ! '

          ' Sammy said she's BLEEDING ! '

          There was blood EVERYWHERE by the time he & Annabel got to that gruesome scene. Of course, thanks to Sammy's act of charity ----- there's not as much blood as there COULD have been. But its an incomplete job ------ her arms & legs are wrapped up; leaving ------

          OH BROTHER ! ! ! 

          ' H-Hey Annabel ? '

          ' Should I just turn away & pass you           the rags & bandages ? Or do you           need my help with that ? '

@devilsswing

This was, possibly, the most illegal thing that Joanna Drew had ever done in her life. Well, okay, the one party her freshman year aside, but underage drinking didn’t quite rank up against what was only technically not breaking and entering.

She was pretty sure, at least. She was an Art major, not a Law student. But, well. Sillyvision Studios was technically still her father’s property, and she did have a key. Maybe next time her mother would think twice about making her sort through all the junk in the attic, which included her dad’s old things from before he disappeared.

The key slid into the lock with a little bit of jiggling, and Joanna let out a grunt as she had to force it to turn with a horrendous noise, but -- the door was open. Joanna was -- well, there wasn’t any word for it but giddy as she stepped into what she had pictured to be a fantastic wonderland as a child. This was, after all, where Bendy was made. Her glee quickly faded, however, at the sight the studio offered. Huge pipes ran along the walls, thick with -- what was it, too dark to be dust, but...

The smell hit her then -- it was all too familiar, given the mediums she worked in. Ink. The air was saturated with it, and looking around, she could see stains dripping down the walls from the pipes to puddle on the floor below, “Interesting aesthetic choice,” Joanna muttered, then froze as the implications hit her as she watched a drop flow down a wall. The pipes were filled with the stuff -- more than any animation studio could feasibly need, much less an abandoned one.

“All of the above... I need to see if I can adsorb ink not from the machine, and of course... I want to see if I can grab a few things that overworked animators would trade anything for. Maybe some of those caffeine pills, or coffee since Joey stupidly broke the old coffee maker and is being a cheapskate trying to not buy another.” His grin was not a friendly one, but one of a demon planning to get many deals.

    Light footsteps were taken.Funny how he feels the need to walk when he can float let alone fly. Still he continued the action atoning his formal attire he usually worn during performances. With his black tailcoat flowing with every step he did come to a halt. Someone was staring right at him. The feeling of being watched cause the Spirit to look around. Settling at the Black Leather piano bench he spoke hoping who ever was watching will reveal themselves. After-all in this state it was next to nothing to find someone who can see the Angel. Even if every nerve of his body was unsettled by the presence.

      Though she’d been following the traces of two souls for days, now, as she stared upon the broken, abandoned building, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d somehow been lead astray. Though it wasn’t uncommon to find someone who had been captured and held hostage in an abandoned building, it had never been something as strange as an abandoned studio. Still, if the souls she’d located were actually inside, there was a chance that she wouldn’t be the only one to pick up on them. Frowning at the idea of a reaper angel finding their way to another poor mortal before she could, again, she pulls open the old door and walks inside...

      Now that she was actually inside, however, she noticed something...off about the building. Besides the stray stains of ink along the walls and old posters depicting a cartoon demon of all things, she could feel something..almost satanic lingering in the air. This fact was particularly worrying--over the millennia that she’d lived, she’d seen humans who were lead into the darkness by whispers of the death angels--she’d witnessed in horror at the sacrifices they would make to appease some false god. Though she didn’t feel the presence of any angels who were connected to such things, if those poor souls were exposed to it..she couldn’t imagine what they were currently going through.

      Pace quickening, she searches the eerily empty halls for the two souls, finally feeling the distance between herself and one of them beginning to shorten. Turning a few more corners and trotting down a couple more hallways, she makes the final turn and discovers--

      Another cartoon? Somehow, this one seemed lively..in fact, she could have sworn it just moved!